Today I just pottered in the garden, my daughter was here at the weekend Sonia. I went to the supermarket and came straight home, i can't get used to not being on duty. I can spend whatever time I want doing whatever I want but somehow ....I can't.
Paul went to see Gary this afternoon but it wasn't a good visit, Gary is always at his worst in the afternoons. He was initially pleased to see him but soon became hostile, the staff say he's not drinking much so I guess he'll be brewing a urine infection, he was uncooperative with his personal care this morning and he's still, after a week on a level 3 watch. He asked Paul if his mum was coming to see him (first time he's asked this) and Paul told him she wasn't with us anymore
Gary went ballistic and the staff said he'd better leave. Poor Paul was devastated, I'd never thought to tell any of them how to respond to that question, it had never come up before.
Our social worker phoned me today, he's the one who got Gary admitted to the unit (I thought he was a cpn
) and I really think he's going to be a good one, very reassuring, very proactive. He's told me if I have any issues with the treatment Gary's getting that he will address them and act as an advocate. He's been in touch with the unit today and is bang up to date with what's happening, he's also told me not to look into care homes yet because it's too soon in Gary's treatment and we have no idea what his needs might be yet. He reassured me that although the unit get twitchy about their 6 week programme of treatment I don't have to rush things
